This is a beginning and an end.
to some things.
some painful and lovely things.
some painful and lovely humans.
in my life and outside it.
From that place that people leave and come, from the place where time tells you stories and ascends into signs on the dirty blue ceiling, I come to where we are holding one sky coloured tile.
So together we wonder if it’s worth the money to jump on the train and see how it is to be gritty and dark. There are rats down there, and I mention something about how they’re the most intelligent, and actually cute. And you look at me like I am crazy.
I am crazy.
I am lost in a world where smoke and time run and run and run along some upgraded tracks, but no one stops and wonders who’s hands hit the hammers to make them,
and what their names were, and if they have kids who now also wonder about time and the colours of ceilings and stars.
This is a place of many things. this will be a place of many things. A space that I don’t know what I will fill with, but we all have places that need filing some within, and some out.